To Be Human

Why should I resent this world?
When it is all I know and have known?
Maybe there is more to know, maybe not
That is a gamble wagered in the heart
What if it is wrong to be human?
To have this self-awareness and perception?
To have intention and words,
And feelings too human for those words?
What if humanity is nature's nightmare?
Should I dissolve myself back to dust?
That would be as useless as a drop of rain
Falling away in disgust of the rainbow.
What if I feel the burden of the pain and nightmares
That my particular life has borne?
Should I eat a bullet in fear,
No.
Better to bear witness, with eyes open
Unafraid
Unashamed
To be human.

I am the Blind Man

I look but do not see
I feign to shadows
My heart pounds
Confusing sounds near me
I have weak hands to grasp
I have no teeth to bite
I crave food always
And it fails to nourish me
I live like this
In a city unknown
I am rendered thus
I am the Blind Man.